Hello, hello! Tainted here. Didn't really expect to see this one pop up on my new posts, didja'?

I've wanted to start a Green-White posting for some time to give myself more places to expand into, though, as can be seen after reading through this - I struggle with their dynamic quite a lot more than I do with Nep-Noire. They're a bit trickier, y'know, since there's like no romance that I can recall to be used between these two. Still, I think I found an okay to make it work.

Hopefully it's a fun read - I'll see you at the bottom if you're still about!

Onward!

Before her eyes, a great firestorm weaves itself; dozens are caught in a tidal wave of devastating lava as chaos grows at large amongst those that remain. A sudden wave of panic seeps over all, a sudden burst of courage welling within her bosom. "Everyone, steel yourselves! Hold firm, remind yourselves that we are the last line of defense! Priests, hurry to resurrect our fallen allies! Paladins, take the field and contain the enemy's advance! The rest of you, come with me; we must take a better position and…"

This, of course, isn't real.

In fact, it's just a simple game upon a screen.

Though, to the person at the chair, it is as if it is life and death itself - the battle of a century, requiring all of her focus and effort, the most brutal of struggles. To her, beyond all others, games are truly more than simply games; they are alternate lives to be treasured.

Having successfully rallied the spirits of her fellow party members to overcome the boss, the blonde blinks away even the most minute tendrils of fatigue trying to overcome her - a simple feat for one such as she, who could be ranked as inhuman.

This statement wouldn't be far off, really. It'd be accurate - she isn't exactly human.

Seeing that her party has decided to call it an evening after everyone is brought back from the grave, they disperse, leaving the blonde alone with a disappointed expression. "Oh, why must the tank have to sleep? It's only been four days - perhaps there is a weakness that needs to be solved with better energy drinks?" she muses to herself, frowning, as she stretches her arms over her head, yawning silently.

Vert, the patron Goddess of Leanbox; a mature woman of considerably impressive stature, coupled with her terrifying efficiency in all things 'game.' She sits at her chair in a room well-lit by the bright sun streaming through her curtains at this time, though one could question whether this detail even matters to her. Her eyes shift from the screen to the door at the sound of footsteps, her eyebrows arching in curiosity. "And who might that be, I wonder?"

The door to her personal quarters clicks, swinging open to reveal a brunette of considerably shorter stature than Vert; quite the opposite of her, really, as if one were to judge by her face and her figure, she'd be thought barely a teenager. Her eyes flick over toward Vert, a tight-lipped grimace on her expression at being noticed already as the hefty book in her arms presses tighter to her chest.

Blanc, patron Goddess of Lowee; a quiet and soft-spoken girl with a shorter temper than most. She is best known for her interests in literature and is the epitome of what could be a 'casual gamer' at best, her nation being founded on all-ages, interactively fun and simplistic games… far unlike Leanbox, perhaps even being describable as the polar opposite, really.

Much like the two Goddesses, though Vert cocks her head in wonder, eyeing her. "Ah, hello, Blanc - what brings you to my quarters?" she inquires, somewhat startled by the sudden appearance of the brunette; while they interact often, it isn't as if they are as… close, perhaps, as the other two Goddesses tend to be, so this is a surprise, to be sure.

She trudges tiredly to the blonde's bed, muttering something under her breath as she takes the side of the bed closest to the window where sun streams through. Settling in, she glances at Vert, sighing. "...Don't mind me, I just wanted somewhere quiet to read."

Understanding flashes across Vert's face; Blanc's younger sisters can likely be quite a handful, and the short Goddess' hobby requires concentration and tranquility… which is rather lacking in Lowee, to be frank. She can sympathise with Blanc, truthfully, even if she herself has no siblings to look after, though… "Is there something more to this than Rom and Ram's antics, may I ask? It seems out of character for you to journey all the way here simply for…"

"Neptune's running about right now."

"...Ah, I suppose that answer is more than sufficient. Hmhm, then I shall let you stay while things unfold themselves over there. Perhaps you would like some tea?" the blonde offers, smiling softly. While the two would get along akin to that of oil and water most times before the public eye, they often work together in coordinating projects between their nations, and spend multiple days a week sharing a short tea-time, or exchanging new flavors and mixtures to try. Truth be told, they are quite amicable when there isn't any particular reason or opportunity to harass one another, and the blonde yields some time for the brunette to cool her head and indulge in her hobby before she might start anything.

"...Mm. I'd appreciate it," she replies quietly, nodding while opening her book.

"Then I shall brew us a small pot," Vert concludes, rising to her feet. Proceeding to the ornate cabinet beside the door, she glosses over the various options, humming softly. "Do you have any particular interests this time?"

"...No, besides with caffeine, please?" Blanc requests, flipping over another page. The sun casts its rays upon her pages and hair, causing a rather pleasant glow to it; a fact not unnoted by the blonde, which brings a subtle relief to her. Oftentimes, the brunette's temper could cause destruction even in the Basilicoms of her fellow Goddesses, so a scene so serene is a fruitful omen that she might yet avoid having to replace anything in her room this time.

"But of course," she affirms, already retrieving a teapot from within the lower half of her designated tea cabinet, briefly setting the water to heat up before stepping back to let it run its course. She peers about the room for a few moments, wondering what to do with herself while she waits; her guildmates are gone for the evening, and she can't really say she has interest in leveling by herself tonight - perhaps she could read something? The blonde frowns, somewhat at a loss; is there anything intriguing her as of late?

Her eyes are drawn to Blanc's book, reading the title of it while taking the picture in. It seems to be something older, and seeing as it comparatively sits awkwardly in the small girl's lap, it has ample writing put into it. The author's name eludes her, but this piques her interest more than diminishes it. "While I do not mean to disrupt your reading, what might your book be about?" she asks carefully, considering whether going down this avenue is advantageous or dangerous.

Blanc's eyes flick up again, centering on the blonde in silence for a handful of seconds before a response comes. "...It's about the struggles of a couple torn apart by a twist of fate as the land erupts in war. It's the first in a series, and I've heard good things about the author. I want to learn from their style, so I'm analyzing their work."

"You aren't reading it for pleasure?" the blonde questions incredulously. She's improving her hobby rather than indulging in it? How interesting. Perhaps she might be able to intrude without too much fuss, then. "Might I join you in reading through it, then? I can give you ample feedback if you'd wish."

"...Well, I suppose it can't hurt, though I'd prefer silence unless I ask something," she states with a frown. Vert nods with a soft smile, unfazed - Blanc's directness can sometimes be rather refreshing, unlike the constant teeth-pulling that the other two Goddesses often require.

"I will do my best, then," she vows, turning back to the teapot she had set previously as it whistles quietly. Retrieving two teacups, she surveys the shelf again before retrieving two different teabags from her stores, bringing them to either end-table on each side of the bed. Setting them down while dropping the teabags in, the brunette eyes her with mild interest as she moves about before she grabs the teapot, pouring the water within into both cups. Setting it aside again, she then slides onto the bed, eyeing the teacups for a few moments. Neither are the types to require anything additional added to their tea, though perhaps snacks would have been optimal - a shame to have overlooked, but now that she has sat, she cannot muster the interest to solve the issue.

Blanc watches her for a brief period, contemplating something before pulling herself a tiny bit closer to the blonde. "Thanks," she says, her lips curled minutely upward, a detail that does not go unnoticed by Vert.

"Indeed," she replies, taking a moment to move herself across the bed to lean on the brunette, much to the latter's chagrin. She makes a sound of opposition, though Vert shushes her, forcing Blanc to cooperate begrudgingly.

"...Rrgh. You're heavy."

"I am not; perhaps you just lack patience."

"Stop squishing your damn chest on me."

"I cannot help it; it's a natural issue - ah, I must apologize. You…"

"If you say another damn world, I'll get pissed."

"Hmhmhm, then tolerate it. Otherwise, I won't be able to read a word - this is the only comfortable position I can think of."

"...Can't you think of something else?"

"Would you like to sit in my lap?"

"Wanna' eat a d…"

"Then I suggest you refrain from silly questions," Vert admonishes her, cutting her last word off. A wide smirk stretches itself across her face, mischief and amusement beginning to surface in causing her long-time fellow Goddess discomfort. Now, what else could she do?

Blanc's face is slightly reddened, a mixture of frustration, embarrassment and irritation. The blonde's body is exceptionally warm and too damn squishy for her liking, overwhelming part of her shoulder and arm as she rests herself on her. While it might be unavoidable, it doesn't stop the brunette from being somewhat opposed to it, though she is the one intruding on the blonde's personal time, so… She grits her teeth, taking a breath, ignoring it to the best of her ability. "Can you read it now?"

"Hmmm… not quite, pardon me while I move to a better position," she replies, suddenly shifting her body to sit behind the brunette rather than beside, her body pressing firmly against Blanc's back while resting her chin on Blanc's shoulder, her hands wrapping about her to cling onto her clothing while her warm breaths become louder and more prominent. "Much better~!"

The brunette's eye twitches for a moment, an unpleasant comfortability finding itself in her body's response to the blonde's blatant attempt to start to annoy her. She's too damn cozy nestled up on her, which infuriates Blanc further. Sighing aloud, she wills her hands to not clench to the point of destroying the covers of the book, reminding herself that it's better trying to read like this than dealing with Neptune and Rom and Ram all at once. Yeah, this isn't as bad. Yeah…

If her oversized breasts weren't sandwiched against her and her shitty breathing is so loud and noticeable, at least.

"Do you have to fricking hug me?" she attempts to ask with as composed a voice as possible.

Her timing's terrible to start shit like this up; Blanc's far more than a little tense and beyond agitated, so if she wants to keep stirring things up, it'll bite her in the ass. Not that it'll stop the obnoxious blonde once she's in this mood, anyway, but she'll try to be civil first.

"I'll fall otherwise, surely you can understand my predicament? I am doing my best to be as little of a nuisance as possible," Vert explains back calmly, smiling plainly.

Listening for a moment, Blanc sighs, shutting her eyes. Tolerate. Tol-er-ate. She'll give up if she doesn't give her a reaction. Focus. Now… "Are you done, then? Can we look over the book?"

Vert nods, smiling. "Of course, I'm quite comfortable now."

"Great."

Silence settles once more between the two, their eyes scanning over the text simultaneously. Minutes drag on without any real heed paid their way, the duo seemingly communicating without movement, sound, or direction; Blanc's hands turning the pages after a certain time, surprisingly being just as Vert finishes soaking it in. This pattern continues, unerring, for quite some time…

But, the blonde grows somewhat bored again - the story is a tad on the bland side, and their work is nothing significant. If Blanc were to rate this above her own creations, perhaps she should drop the hobby - a sentiment that Vert thinks, but opts not to say. Better to leave her to her musing, she supposes. Instead, she thinks about how to further torment her guest without pushing her too far over the edge.

Would a playful approach not be more optimal, then? She stiffens and reacts to the closeness, so it might produce entertaining results beyond that of pointing at areas she may be rather… lacking in. Slanted toward this decision, Vert makes a mental nod, deciding to pursue it out of scientific curiosity more than anything now.

She moves slowly at first, using her fingers to gently grip onto Blanc's undershirt as if to stabilize herself before snuggling closer, sighing into her ear - the resulting back-stiffening jolt from the brunette amusing her to no end. Her head swivels to face Leanbox's Goddess, a threatening glint in her eye coupled with red dusting over her cheeks.

This latter tidbit is what piques her interest. Is the brunette reacting to her, rather than simply 'reacting' as she had predicted? This may be more satisfying than she had first anticipated. "Ah, pardon me~, I had been slipping."

"Sure you frickin' were. Are ya' goin' to let me focus on this shit or are ya' goin' to be just as big a pain in the ass as always?" she growls out, dog-earing a page before closing the book, throwing it to the side. "Really, y'wanna' go, Thunder-Tits?"

Smirking, Vert eyes her like a cat watching prey. Parting her lips slightly, she bites at the girl's neck. "...Hyaaaaa?!"

"Oh? You seem too tense, Blanc. You must know that stress is quite a taxing problem if you are to be so irritable. May I suggest you attempt to calm yourself down?" Her voice sounds sincere, but it's dripping with mischievous venom, and they both know it. She continues to smile, clinging to the brunette.

Blanc, on the other hand, is red-faced and at the end of her patience. "That's it, you frickin' pain in the ass!" she shouts, twisting around while grabbing the blonde's hands, shoving her back against the bed board. "Why the hell do ya' always have to do this shit when I'm trying to relax?!"

Vert raises her eyebrows, her enjoyment of the situation plain on her face now. "My, I don't understand. I've been quite courteous; you seem too wound up to be able to comprehend this, though."

Glowering at the blonde, Blanc notices their position; the blonde is pinned against the wood headboard by her, the two in a mildly provocative mess. Feeling her face frustratingly heat up, she contemplates the best way to deal with the blonde, but…

...Wait a damn minute, there's always that, isn't there? Sure, it's a bit embarrassing, but it might get Vert to shove it for a little while, shouldn't it? Surely; neither of them are like those those two idiots.

"...You're right," she says softly, smiling, though the angry twitches still make their presence known in her eyelids. "I'm too wound up and tense. Vert, do you know what that means?"

The blonde cocks her head, surprised suddenly by the change in attitude of the brunette. It's almost… intimidating, really. It bodes ill omens. "...No, I do not; what might you be referring to?"

"Since you seem so concerned with how stressed out I am, doesn't that mean you volunteer to help me relieve it?"

"...Oh, my. Blanc, are you inferring…?"

She smirks in response; the blonde seems caught off-guard. The bluff is working well.

Vert remains silent for a few moments, before grinning with a dark look in her eye. "Hmmm… It might make for a good afternoon's source of entertainment."

"...Eh?"

The blonde chuckles, glossing over the brunette. "Your suggestion has been accepted; I will help you as a good Goddess should."

"...W-wait a damn minute, that…"

While Blanc suddenly backpedals, Vert leans forward, pushing against the small girl's weight. The resulting tumble onto the covers with the blonde on top causes a flustered reaction from the other Goddess, further amusing the blonde.

"You're actually quite adorable when you're caught in your own trap," Vert sings softly, tugging her gloves from her hands as she traces her fingers along Blanc's collarbone. "You might even give more amusing reactions than Noire gives us~."

"H-hey! What the hell?!"

"Did you not mean this?"

"W… W-well…"

"I do not mind."

"There's somethin' damn wrong with your head, that's why!"

The blonde pouts, remaining seated atop the brunette's struggling body. "I don't quite understand why; it's a fair idea, is it not?"

"L-like hell it is!"

She chuckles. "Shall I get off, then? I can extend you an olive branch."

Calming her frantic flailing for a moment, the brunette eyes her skeptically. "I don't trust you one damn bit."

"My, how rude! I am a Goddess of my word; the very symbol of an exemplary ruler! I swear upon all things that I honor my word." Though this may be a fib, if the blonde were to speak frankly. The idea of an afternoon with the brunette now seems more appealing than finding other alternatives to entertaining herself.

Blanc, of course, knows this to a lesser extent already. The moment that she let the blonde call her bluff and she reacted, she knew she had messed up. Though, this is still salvageable. If she works intelligently, and finds a way to reverse the tables, at least she might be able to negotiate her way out of this. "I'll… think about it, but get off me first, damn it."

"Not until you respond on what you wish to do," she immediately responds, smiling, while still tracing along her neck. "I see only 'Yes' or 'No' in this situation; we are both mature adults, surely you understand this?"

"I'm not really able to think when you're touchin' me and sittin' on me," she counters, shaking her head. The blonde's hands are gentle, but it's not happening. Not like this.

"Hmmm… I suppose I see your point," Vert responds, nodding. Just as Blanc heaves a sigh of relief, she leans down, licking at the brunette's neck while pressing herself down against her. "Would this be more suitable~?"

A sharp inhale alongside squirming. "Y-you pain in the ass, this didn't help!"

"I await your answer," she states simply.

Gazing about the room in futility, Blanc winces, but begins to actually contemplate the blonde's words. Who the hell really cares anymore about the pretense behind it? It might help. "...H-hey. Hey, listen to me." Growing agitated, she growls, forcing every muscle in her body upward at once, throwing the blonde off. Taking the moment of her fellow Goddess' surprise without hesitation, she quickly reverses their positions, pinning her hands above her head - awkwardly, of course, due to height and body shapes, but this detail matters little for the brunette.

"...Oh? It seems that the tables have turned," Vert chuckles.

"I'm not bein' a damn bottom," Blanc declares, eyeing her. Fine, damn it, she'll make something good to lay out some stress on, and at least this time she's not gonna' do any of her damn dodgy crap like when they fight. "You brought this on yourself, you obnoxiously horny pain in the ass."

"I don't kn… Nnh! Don't touch ye… aah! I havennnnh…"

I'm gonna' peg this with the M rating as I'm not quite sure where these two will take me most updates. Truthfully, I think it's a definitive possibility (but not as much as, say, IffyVert, though I'm not ready to touch that one yet) that needed to be undertaken.

Romance between these two... won't be as easy to write as friendship and friendship with benefits, in my mind. If people want to throw in ideas, I'll take 'em - got a small handful thanks to talkin' to Kond yesterday. Still, this'll be a lot less frequently updated than other stuff, so fair warning about that!

I think I did an okay job, regardless. Blanc didn't get to review that book, but that's alright! She has a Vert bodypillow to cuddle, now. :D

I'll be around later on again, not sure what'll be updated next, but hope you all stay tuned!

Tainted out!~